He came to me a scrawny little twink with some twisted kinks and a willingness to do anything for cash. He had heard I was looking to grow my very own muscle beast, and was game to do anything. The whole gamut. Roids, force feeding, daily workout regiment, and all of his spare time spent locked in a caged and forced to rest. I'd made a fortune on the stock market so this wouldn't be a problem for me one bit financially. The goal was to see how long it'd take for him to hit three hundred pounds. How fast we could make him explode.
A year later he was completely unrecognizeable. A mass monster. addicted to the lift, addicted to the growth. He wanted to keep going, and he wanted to continue to serve. I stopped paying him long ago. He's content to be my own personal piece of meat.
